How Can I

Just something I wrote a while back.

How Can I

How many times can my heart be torn?

How many ways can it be divided?

How often can I mend it, and it will still work?

How and when does this all end?

How many fragments can I keep together?

How cold does it get when it ceases to beat?

Can I rip it out of my chest?

Can that end the relentless bleeding?

Can I ever take that final step?

Can an end of this torment be found?

Can I live without what the heart feels?

I hear no answer to all these questions.

I see only darkness and emptiness.

I cannot touch the void that surrounds me.

I shiver from the cold winds that whip my body.

I feel lash after lash as I clench tightly my jaw.

I will not scream for if I did I would feel it worse.

Author's Note

No reviews on the grammar, I don't care with this one.

Reviews

[Nisreen]

You would be surprised at how well the heart mends giving more love than ever before

[Diamond]

I like your comment on "giving" more love.

[Nisreen]

thank u .........................

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you both for your kind comments on this darker poem.